what about mr keating? what is he like?
okay this is gonna be a word vomit of a post because i'm a little sleepy so buckle in!
he is infact my dad in my dr (cliché i know but i love me a good father figure)
he and my mom had me when they were only 18, so it was pretty rough for them early on but now he tries to do whatever he can for me because he wants me to have everything i want and need in this world (sobbing)
he is the best dad anyone could ask for. anything i've ever wanted to do he has tried his hardest to help me succeed
he does the exact same thing for the boys too, it's super heart warming that he cares for all of them like his own kids
he does sort of favor neil over the rest of the boys because he sees a lot of himself in neil
he is so cheeky and goofy in class though
one time i was nervous about reading in front of everyone and he said if i didn't he was gonna show them all my baby pictures
SNAPPED OUTTA THAT ONE REAL QUICK LMAO
he would do anything to make me happy though, he's genuinely such a great father and role model
neil often comes along with us for our "family time" and he treats him like his own, which is just as heartwarming as it sounds
gives me his old books and things like that
also any of his clothes from highschool/college have been handed down to me. so so many old sweaters
told neil to "keep an eye on me" at the beginning of the year because he was worried about me being in a new, mostly boys, school
all in all he is my dream father figure. john keating, the man you are.
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yoo makhy. i wanna ask some question about writing
as an author, what is your version about intimate act between lovers (or soulmate or even deeper than that) other than kissing (on the lips) ? im all ears to your answer!
Oooooh the most interesting question I've gotten in like forever!!! Ok, let me see!!!
1. Hugs. Just holding someone when they need it the most without words or platitudes or dismissal of their feelings i any way. Just wrapping them up in your arms and keeping them safe.
2. Forehead kisses. They cup your face and tenderly kiss your forehead. Can be done in an emotional moment or comforting moment etc but my favorite is when it's done with excitement like "oh my God I can't believe you're so brilliant!" *forehead kiss* Or "I love you!!! Why are you so cute!" *forehead kiss*
3. Classic hand holding. Intertwining fingers without words and just holding each other's hands in support. Like one partner telling the other, 'don't worry I'm here now. I won't let anything happen to you." (Bonus if the partner comes from behind after seeing their significant other afraid or uncomfortable and just reaching out to hold their hand like 'you're not alone anymore.')
4. Hair ruffles. Especially if one partner is taller than the other. It's cute.
5. Cheek kisses followed by a kiss on the very tip of the nose. Again, it's cute.
6. Sharing clothes. Can be a sweater or a t-shirt or a scarf. Anything really. So long as the person does it casually without ever worrying about their partner being mad at them for taking their things (bonus if they keep taking things and never returning these things like ever).
7. Smushing your partner's face into your chest as a form of comfort because you have no idea how hugging works. (angsty and cute because the person doing the hugging has never really been hugged before but they're trying to comfort their partner because said partner makes them want to learn how to love again).
8. Cooking your partner's favorite dish. Especially when the character has no idea how to cook but they try their damnest because their partner has been feeling down or homesick etc lately and despite being busy themselves they want to do something good for their significant other. (Bonus if the result is terrible but the partner forces it down, put a smile on their face and act like it's good because they find the effort put in by their significant other so damn adorable).
9. Teasing. Like lighthearted jabs that show they pay attention to each other's little habits like "you're not traveling without your comfy boots because we both know your dumbass is going to go out exploring and your feet will hurt again walking around in those new shoes you bought for unreasonable price!"
10. Taking baths together that doesn't involve anything sexual. Just being in the same space and relaxing.
11. Wiping away tears with both thumbs and kissing the closed eyes in silent comfort.
Phew, I think that's what comes to mind at the top of my head right now (I'm sucker for these moments like aaaall the time) so here they are! Hope that helps!!
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mma fighter toji? (im so happy tk see that you’re back btw ❤️)
i really do think this is the best ask i’ve ever gotten pls feel proud of ur brain before u go to bed tonight bc ily. wrote this on the verge of falling asleep if u see any spelling error no u did not.
mma fighter!toji x reader | 1k words
content: violence, injury, blood, reader objectified by stranger
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“you got it, you got—don’t fucking look at her, look at me fushiguro!” your boyfriend’s manager yells, holding a bucket to the younger man’s heaving chest with a sigh.
toji nods at the command, taking a swig of water and spitting into the vessel before wiping his mouth with an ungloved hand. fighters never drank in the ring, it’d only settle heavy in your stomach. make you easier to catch.
blood and saliva drip down his chin and onto the floor of the ring, bright red patters against black mesh.
you watch the veins in toji’s neck pulse underneath sweaty skin, decorated with swirls of black and grey ink. his tattoos extend down his chest and back, working to cover the mess of purple and blue bruises across his body.
on his rib lies a scrawl of your name, etched into his skin for millions to see every time he stepped into the ring.
the raven haired man says something unintelligible to his team before smacking his temple with his glove, almost as if he was trying to knock something back into place.
you cringe at the thought of a brain injury so early into his career. you’d heard stories before, world class fighters reduced to shells of themselves. shot memories, seizures, even paralysis. you try not to think too deeply about it.
the TV screens in front of you pan to across the ring to his opponent. ryomen sukuna, 2 years into his career with every title under the sun.
everything except heavyweight champion. the name belonging to the winner of this very match.
sukuna was terrifying, completely unfazed by the rivets of blood pouring from his temple and left nostril. you’d quite literally watched him pop his nose back into place during the first break after your boyfriend had dealt a serious blow to it. to say this man scared you was an understatement.
toji notices your anxiety, leaning against the mesh wall of the ring to look down at you in the front row.
“you watchin’?” he yells with a grin, barely coherent over the mixed sounds of cheers and boos.
you smile, though your boyfriend scowls at the onslaught of paparazzi trying to capture the tender moment. he spits at the see-through wall of the ring to serve as an unspoken “fuck you.” cheers ring out from the sidelines as the screens capture the interaction.
toji turns to you and pushes off of the mesh wall, throwing his hands out with a “tsk” and a shake of his head.
“you worried about me baby?” he teases, fully aware that the cameras are still on him. “you don’t gotta worry about me, right?.”
you laugh, motioning for security to shoo any onlookers off. the mix of adrenaline and attention was clearly getting to him, though you loved when he got cocky like this. he always fucked you hardest after a big win.
the two men settle back into the middle of the ring, the referee separating them with an stern arm. sukuna looks down at you with an unreadable expression, pinning you to your seat with just a glance. toji’s pink-haired opponent turns back to him with a sinister grin, taking out his mouthguard to speak clearly. you only manage to make out the end of his insult, blood running cold as his words register.
“..and after they give me that title? i might fuck that little girlfriend of yours, fushiguro.”
toji says nothing, expression blank. you begin to wonder if he even heard the other man, but the buzz signifying round 3 pulls you out of your thoughts. you brace for whatever may come next.
sukuna is a brick wall, but toji’s light on his feet, weaving in and out of punches with his gloves guarding his face.
he’s faster than usual, spurred on by adrenaline and anger.
he lands a kick to sukuna’s ribs, the sickening crunch reaching the front row right on impact. definitely two, maybe even three broke ribs you hear a fan spectate.
his opponent curses, landing two punches to his chest before knocking toji to the ground, just barely missing the raven haired man with a solid blow right as he springs upwards.
“you gonna fuck her?” toji scoffs, landing another kick to sukuna’s injured ribs. you can barely make out their conversation even with a front row seat, you doubt anyone in the stands has been able to understand them this whole time.
the pink-haired man winces on impact, his first show of weakness since the beginning of the match.
“huh? tell me.” your boyfriend muses, dodging a kick and throwing sukuna to the floor. cheers ring out in the stadium at the direct show of brutality, you cover your mouth in anticipation.
toji settles his body weight on the man below him, twisting his arm as far as it will go while keeping his face to the floor. his legs wrap around and under the second man, squeezing his injured ribs like a vice with his thighs.
sukuna lands a blow with his free arm, then another, then another. toji does nothing, holding his opponent down with a smile almost too wide, too sinister.
“fuck.. fuck!” sukuna yells, struggling under the weight of the man above him.
the crowd is in hysterics, the announcers are out of their seats. “an unprecedented burst of energy,” you hear them call it. nothing like they’d ever seen before during any of toji’s matches.
you have to fight off the ego boost it gives you, knowing he’s only fighting this hard for you. because another man dared to speak on your name in his presence.
toji takes a couple more punches with that same smile, finally grabbing his opponent’s free arm to render the other man motionless.
you stagger out of your seat, running into the isle to get a better view of the ring.
the referee crouches by the two men, waiting to call the match. sukuna shares a look with third man, groaning before tapping toji’s wrist three times.
the crowd is animalistic. screams, wails, jeers, all of it meshes together within seconds.
toji’s security forms a circle around you, leading you towards the ring as fans flood the isles in celebration.
that was it, he’d won the title. Fushiguro Toji, heavyweight champion.
sukuna is led out of the ring by his team, choosing to forego any post-match interviews. he doesn’t dare look at you as he passes you on the steps, humiliated beyond belief.
calls of your name echo out from the center of the ring, your boyfriend pushing past paparazzi to scoop you into his arms.
the heat from his torso melts into yours as he clutches you to his body. he’s sweaty, practically bleeding from every direction too. but he’s smiling.
it’s not the smile he puts on for press, a quick flash of perfect teeth to keep the morale light, keep his sponsors happy. not the sinister smile he flaunts during matches either, fueled by bloodlust and pure adrenaline.
not even the cocky smile he puts on for the crowd when the match gets tough, the one that gets his opponents mad, gets the crowd hit and bothered.
this smile is soft, private. a small show of love in a sea of flashing cameras and prying eyes. this smile says “i love you, I do this for you.”
you reach for his face, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. toji wipes the blood—his— from your lips with a calloused thumb, pulling your head to his chest with a soft murmur.
“i love you.”
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